It's hard to mope in the Louvre, really.

Six hours of looking at the sublime in the Richelieu wing. More on that later; I've left my thumb drive with pictures back at the hotel, and am soon off for a second day at the Louvre. Last night: we schlepped a huge suitcase up to the 13th arrondisement to store it in Marie-Paule's apartment. After aperitifs in the apartment, we went to a small corner restaurant called L'Olivier de Saint-Marcel. If you go to that link, look closely at the intersection of rue Jeanne d'Arc and rue de l'Hopital--that's sorta kinda where we'll be staying after we get back from Montpellier next weekend.

Today, I'm listening to Sills; at the moment, the iPod plays her very tender "Ruhe sanft, mein holdes Leben," from Mozart's Zaide.

Ruhe sanft, mein holdes Leben,
schlafe, bis dein Glück erwacht;
da, mein Bild will ich dir geben,
schau, wie freundlich es dir lacht:
Ihr süssen Träume, wiegt ihn ein,
und lasset seinem Wunsch am Ende
die wollustreichen Gegenstände
zu reifer Wirklichkeit gedeihn.So sad.